An UNEDITED paranormal romance excerpt from LORDS OF THE WERE by Bianca D'Arc. (c) 2006 Bianca D'Arc. All Rights Reserved.

"We work up an appetite when we run in our fur." The deep voice at Allie's ear made her jump, though she instantly recognized Rafe's warm presence behind her, still buttoning his shirt as he sniffed appreciatively at the food.

A moment later he was joined by Tim, his eyes snapping fire as he looked down at Allie. Surprisingly, he seemed less angry than he'd been before and had a few scratches on his face that needed tending. She couldn't draw her eyes away from the drying blood on his cheek and before she realized quite what she was doing, she'd taken Tim by the hand and was leading him down the hall toward the small bathroom.

"Where are we going?" Tim's voice was tinged with a surprising humor she hadn't yet seen in him.

"You're hurt."

She'd been up all night and perhaps that's why she thought it should be obvious to him that if he were hurt, she would care for his injuries. It seemed perfectly logical in her tired mind, though later she would admit she hadn't been thinking clearly from the moment she saw the twins in that sacred circle the night before.

Tim tugged on her hand, slowing their progress. "I heal faster than a human. You don't have to tend me."

She looked at him as if he were crazy. "You don't want a scar doyou? Or an infection? Those scratches have dirt in them, Tim."

His eyes flared as he searched her face. "So you can tell us apart. Why then are you being nice to me? I've haven't been very nice to you so far, as my brother pointed out earlier." He fingered the drying blood on his face and suddenly Allie realized the brothers had come to blows over her. The very idea caused her heart to clench in anguish and wetness to gather behind her eyes. She never wanted to come between them…at least not in a bad way.

"You're hurt," she repeated stubbornly, tugging him into the small bathroom. "I don't like to see anyone suffer needlessly." She closed the lid on the toilet and pointed. "Sit."

Tim actually laughed. "I'm a wolf, not a dog," he protested, but sat anyway, his eyes tracking her around the tiny room as she gathered a small washcloth and some bandages.

She ran warm water onto the small cloth and began gently bathing the long scratches on his angular face. The angry gouges started at his left temple and went down all the way to the corner of his mouth. Dirty, the nasty gashes were crusted already and had bits of what looked like tree bark and moss mixed in with the dried blood.

Tim didn't complain as she scrubbed gently at the mess on his face, his eyes following her every movement. Hesitating only briefly, she worked towards his firm lips, using the fingers of one hand to stretch his skin and the other to cleanse it so she could cause him the least amount of pain and still be thorough. The heat of his gaze and the warm, firm feel of his lips against her fingers began to distract her from her task.

"I haven't been very nice to you since we met, Allesandra, and I'm sorry."

Rocking back on her heels, she was more surprised by his soft tone than even his words. His expression was tender but his eyes lit with a secret fire as he took one of her small hands in his and brought it back to his mouth. Galantly, he placed a warm kiss in the center of her palm and closing her fingers around it.

Allie shook her head. She was operating on too little sleep and everything had a fuzzy edge, but she kind of thought this man would muddle her senses no matter what. She had to clear her throat before she could talk at all.

"You don't have to apologize. I think I might understand a bit of what you were feeling. I know I've been overwhelmed more than a few times in the last few hours and have resented it." She resumed her work, holding his face with one hand while she finished cleaning his wounds with the other. Once again she had to place her fingers on his lips, but this time, he sucked them inside his mouth, swirling his tongue over her digits as she gasped.

"So you think you've got me all figured out, hmm?" His eyes sparkled as he held her wrist, placing little nibbling kisses on her fingers and knuckles.

"I didn't say that." She squirmed a little as he sucked on her thumb, letting her go with a wet popping sound as he moved up to her wrist, and then higher to the sensitive valley of her elbow.

"I need to put some ointment on your scratches, Tim."

"In a minute."

He stood, towering over her in the small space, wrapping her in his embrace. She went to him willingly, unable to deny this man anything he wanted, though she'd only just met him. She felt the rightness of his arms around her, felt the desire, the passion and the burgeoning emotions she didn't dare name, though in her heart, she knew it was the beginnings of love. Whether he could love her remained to be seen, but she was fast on her way to falling head over heels in love with this man and his rakish twin, though the idea of loving two men at one time was still startling in the extreme.

Tim's firm lips drifted down, placing kisses on her shoulder, her collar bone, working toward the hollow of her throat and up her neck toher ear where he swirled his tongue briefly inside, making her shiver. He didn't stop there, biting down on her earlobe, making her yip in surprise. He moved to her temple, then her eyes, placing soft kisses on each one before tracing down in a sinuous seduction, finally capturing her lips with his in a kiss of discovery, of question and of undeniable passion.

He sought entrance and she gave in with a sigh of delight. He was seducing her with every motion of his mouth, every sweep of his hands down her back, every squeeze of her ass, gripped in his big palms. He began a rhythm with his tongue, echoed by the press of his hard cock against the apex of her thighs. She still wore the thin ceremonial robe, but he was clad in soft denim that molded his every bulge. And she was fast learning, his bulges were very impressive indeed. Allie ran her hands over his muscular arms, wrapping her arms around his hard middle.

He was all she could have imagined and more, and he kissed like a dream. His rhythm was seductive and hypnotic, inciting all her senses as he stroked her with his whole body, making love to her with his mouth.

She felt coolness on her back as the door opened, but Tim didn't let go. Instead, a moment later she was enveloped from behind as well as in front, and she knew it was Rafe who'd entered the small room and now sandwiched her between himself and his twin.

"I came to make sure he was playing nice with you," Rafe growled into her ear as he swept his hands up her ribcage to her breasts and squeezed, "but I see you're getting along better than I expected. I have only one question," he tugged at the little buttons holding her robe together, freeing them one by one as Tim moved back obligingly to make room. Before she knew it, she was naked in their arms in the small bathroom and Tim had drawn back, his mouth moving down her neck as her breath came in harsh pants.

Rafe held her breasts in his big hands, up and ready for his brother to suck. Tim latched on to one nipple while Rafe plucked at the other with his fingers, his breath hot against her neck.

"Don't you want to hear what my question is?" Rafe prompted, making her crane her neck to try to see him.

"What?"

Rafe smiled as he bent forward to capture her lips with his. He kissed her long and hard, zeroing in on her tongue, worshipping at her lips with a hunger she'd felt only once before—from his twin. When Rafee let her up for air, it was only to allow Tim to switch over and torment her other breast with his lips, teeth and downright sinful tongue.

"I was going to ask if you planned to do this without me," Rafe teased, biting her neck with nipping teeth, "but the question is now moot."